Hi dear community,
I wanted to ask for advice to tackle certain aspects of narration, and it's when characters are overwhelmed by anxiety.
People often feel things but can't rationalize them well in a manner "I feel X, therefore I do Y", and also sometimes they can't even describe accurately what they're feeling, despite knowing that it's vaguely hate, or sadness, or pain. It's in those ocasions where people make mistakes based on self-made speculations, acting upon feelings they can't fully precise.
An omniscient narrator would know this, but stating it directly would brush off the sense of confusion I'd like to transmit in these moments. Also, stating the character's thoughts directly using quotation marks could get somewhat messy (although not impossible) for the reasons stated above.
Here's a small fragment of what I'm trying to do, with a clear break between a descriptive paragraph and the subsequent chaotic thoughts. I'm not pleased with this solution but I don't know how to do it better.
Thanks!
PD: "Miasmon" is a humanoid race, roughly people with animal ears and tail. The scene takes place in a filthy coastal town at the northern end of the continent, full of brothels and low-end taverns for the sailors that come and go.
Diane is inside the room that soon will share with Natalie, in a narrow bunk bed. She cries, full of sorrow and anger, she never felt so alone, so far from home. A dim light enters the room through the dirty windows, coming from the few torches and magic orbs that still are not enough to illuminate the town appropriately. There’s people outside, filling the air with the false laughter fueled by alcohol and miasmon prostitutes paid to appear happy.
She hates this place, she hates Natalie after having her behave so aggressively with her, maybe because she finally fell for Raffale, probably convinced by those two miasmon girls. She hates Philippe, her mage friend being so cold with her lately, and now so attentive with Isalvine...What do those miasmon girls have anyway, that seem to drive men so mad? Valerie is so shallow, to uninteresting, yet there is Enzo, being so stupid, it’s obvious that Raffale has something, some sort of magic that is doing this...He’s not the good guy everyone think he is. Maybe she just needs Gareth to kill him, but the sword...Natalie could get a hold on it but...Why is everyone doing this to her? Why does she feel so much pain every time she gets angry? Why can't she just stop hating herself?
I wanted to ask for advice to tackle certain aspects of narration, and it's when characters are overwhelmed by anxiety.
People often feel things but can't rationalize them well in a manner "I feel X, therefore I do Y", and also sometimes they can't even describe accurately what they're feeling, despite knowing that it's vaguely hate, or sadness, or pain. It's in those ocasions where people make mistakes based on self-made speculations, acting upon feelings they can't fully precise.
An omniscient narrator would know this, but stating it directly would brush off the sense of confusion I'd like to transmit in these moments. Also, stating the character's thoughts directly using quotation marks could get somewhat messy (although not impossible) for the reasons stated above.
Here's a small fragment of what I'm trying to do, with a clear break between a descriptive paragraph and the subsequent chaotic thoughts. I'm not pleased with this solution but I don't know how to do it better.
Thanks!
PD: "Miasmon" is a humanoid race, roughly people with animal ears and tail. The scene takes place in a filthy coastal town at the northern end of the continent, full of brothels and low-end taverns for the sailors that come and go.
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Diane is inside the room that soon will share with Natalie, in a narrow bunk bed. She cries, full of sorrow and anger, she never felt so alone, so far from home. A dim light enters the room through the dirty windows, coming from the few torches and magic orbs that still are not enough to illuminate the town appropriately. There’s people outside, filling the air with the false laughter fueled by alcohol and miasmon prostitutes paid to appear happy.
She hates this place, she hates Natalie after having her behave so aggressively with her, maybe because she finally fell for Raffale, probably convinced by those two miasmon girls. She hates Philippe, her mage friend being so cold with her lately, and now so attentive with Isalvine...What do those miasmon girls have anyway, that seem to drive men so mad? Valerie is so shallow, to uninteresting, yet there is Enzo, being so stupid, it’s obvious that Raffale has something, some sort of magic that is doing this...He’s not the good guy everyone think he is. Maybe she just needs Gareth to kill him, but the sword...Natalie could get a hold on it but...Why is everyone doing this to her? Why does she feel so much pain every time she gets angry? Why can't she just stop hating herself?